IMPORTANT

Now, this will probably be the last chapter of this that I put up for some time, so I made it extra long and threw in a lemon and Sebastian POV,

BE HAPPY

Still, I have to go to overnight camp, then to Lithuania, then to Halifax, then I have a leadership training thingamadohickimabobber,

So my summer is packed, and I won't be able to update unfortunately.

THIS IS NOT ABANDONING

I will return, don't you worry,

I still have plans, MUWAHAHAHA

Enjoy ;)

Chapter 29

Chloe led Clary and her friends back to the Raven tree with the Gryphons, leaving Roxy, Jacob and Drakiel to clean up whatever the heck that black stuff had been, although Clary was pretty sure that it was oil, she'd never encountered an oil with such an ominous feeling around it, an almost…evil feeling.

Once they returned, it must have been after midnight, and when they landed and Bellum and the other Gryphons flew away, Chloe yawned and stretched her arms above her head.

"Well, I'm going to bed." She muttered sleepily.

"What about us? What about the others?" Maia broke in. Chloe paused mid-yawn and looked over.

"Well, you guys have rooms, go sleep; Roxy will take care of shizzle; I want a cupcake…" Chloe's fragmented no brain-to-mouth filter thoughts/sentences were starting to be confusing, but that should seem obvious, maybe the most obvious thing on this darn island.

But as everyone started to go their separate directions, 'goodnight' and 'night' being said and heard, Clary realized she didn't want to sleep, so she grabbed Jace's arm.

"Hey," Jace said, smirking, Clary rolled her eyes.

"Let's talk, come on." She said with a smile.

"I'd like to do more than talk…" Jace trailed off, a suggestion hidden in his eyes.

"Jace…not now." Clary sighed, remembering the situation and how waist-deep in craziness they were.

"Ah, fine, but you're wounding my ego."

"Hard to believe."

"No, it's true, my ego is mortally wounded."

"We might have to put you out of your misery then."

"I can think of something better, I know, not now, but still." Jace's playful tone changed to serious and Clary sighed, and then leaned against his chest, just enjoying the warmth and company of purely Jace.

He matched her sigh and wrapped his arms around her. It was times like this when Clary could believe that there were no demons, no Sebastian, no bat-shit crazy Chloes or Apocalyptic plots. Times like this when she was with Jace, when nothing else mattered.

"Let's go to my room, so Roxy doesn't yell at us." Clary murmured, a dryness entering her voice.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Jace muttered. Clary smiled.

They walked up the twining staircase in the center of the tree that Clary had her room in, the lanterns at the sides glowed softly in a reddish hue, somehow knowing that it was late, and they needn't burn so bright.

When they reached the top and Clary's room, she opened the door, which looked to be part of the tree's wood, somehow still alive. Fey magic, she guessed. Clary hadn't spent much time in her room, or temporary room, she didn't want to call it hers; the only room that was hers was the one in the Institute, and the one at Luke's house.

But it was a nice space nonetheless, the walls were soft and wood, with the areas where the wall met ceiling and floor being curved, there were no sharp angles in this room, nor in any of the ones Clary had seen, just a curving gentle shape. The bed was wood as well, queen size, and sprouted from the ground, part of the tree as well. There was a balcony next to the bed that led out to a jutting part of the tree with vines and leaves as a handrail.

A floating lantern with dimmed light was located next to the bed, and Nightshade's emblem, the seven-pointed star with its many colors was emblazoned on the ceiling.

As a contrast, the modern sheets, mattress, and pillows, as well as rug and furniture looked out of place. It looked like a faerie and an Ikea designer had to make a compromise in a very short amount of time.

But it was quaint and not too over-the-top, something Magnus had complained about. Clary got the sense that these rooms all looked alike on the inside, and were especially for guests.

Although how many guests a severely glamoured tropical island in the south Atlantic would get, she had yet to know.

"Nice and quiet." Jace commented, lying down on her bed putting his hands up behind his head as he lay.

"Yeah." Clary said, moving to lie next to him, Jace made room for her, wrapping his arms arounf her in the process.

They laid in silence for an hour, or was it a minute? Time lost meaning as Clary buried herself in the soft mattress and Jace.

"This is strange, this whole thing. I think they know more than they're saying." Jace said at last, breaking the silence.

"Likely, it's been secret after secret, and so many unanswered things, like Will Herondale, he was the one who signed that book you had right?" Clary asked, meeting Jace's amber eyes. He paused,

"I think so," he responded, not immediately.

"And Jophiel, isn't that an angel? They mentioned that." Clary said, playing with the edge of Jace's shirt.

"Yes, Jophiel is the angel of beauty, and one of the archangels, the name literally means, 'Beauty of God'" Jace explained, watching Clary's fiddling with his shirt in amusement.

"So many damn unexplained things." Clary almost growled. Jace chuckled.

"Wow Fray, no growling, or I may not be able to control myself." Jace said in laughter. That gave Clary an idea.

"Are you ticklish?" Clary asked innocently, Jace's eyes widened.

"I don't know." He said honestly. Clary smiled and all of the sudden she moved, with Shadowhunter speed that she had been hiding from Jace, waiting to impress him.

She started to tickle him on the stomach, then on the sides, and Jace broke into laughter, trying to push her away.

"Clary! He exclaimed, finally pushing and pinning her. She smirked.

"That was for when Isabelle walked in on us." Clary said matter-of-factly. Jace frowned for a second,

"Hard to believe it was only last month." He murmured, leaning down from his position over her to kiss her jaw. Clary sighed, not wanting to push him away. Jace took this as a signal to continue and let his mouth make its way down her jaw, then to her neck, and along the neckline of her shirt.

The his mouth moved back up to claim hers in a kiss, and Clary wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands grasped her sides, not too hard, not too gently either, just, perfectly, in that way Jace had.

He continued the exploration of his hands, moving from her sides to back, and then they hovered at the edge of her shirt.

Jace broke away from the kiss and rested his hand on her stomach. Silently asking permission for this.

"Clary, if you don't want to…" Jace was cut off by Clary pushing her body up to his and kissing him, hard.

"Oh fuck it." She whispered when they broke the kiss. Clary saw Jace's smirk come into play and his eyes gleamed as he pushed her down to the bed. His hands made their way up her shirt, pulling it off as he went.

He stopped their kiss just long enough to lift her shirt over her head and toss it aside. Clary started to do the same with Jace's shirt, and he helped her move it off his hard tanned body.

With the new baring of skin, Clary's hands became braver, venturing over the lines and sinews of Jace's chest and abdomen. His body was hard and unyielding, but if there was ever a sweeter place to be in, Clary hadn't found it, and didn't want to.

Jace's hands made their way to Clary's jean shorts and undid the button swiftly, sliding them off while not breaking their kiss. It was then when Clary fully realized the implications of what they were about to do.

Jace had done this before, that was obvious, and she…had not, what if he didn't think she was good enough? Or if she wasn't pretty enough?

Jace must have felt her hesitations in her hands because he stopped at looked her in the eyes.

"Clarissa Fairchild, I love you." He said, smiling and pulling her for an embrace.

"I love you too, Jace Herondale or Lightwood, or whatever you want to go by." She whispered into his chest, he pressed his head to her hair and she could feel his smile.

"Which one do you prefer?" he asked quietly. Clary looked up and smiled.

"Considering how much of an asshat you are, and how much of an asshat your ancestor is, I think Herondale is more appropriate, but it's your choice." Clary said with a giggle, she never giggled. Jace laughed.

"So I'm an asshat?"

"A big asshat, my asshat." Clary said, Jace grinned and returned to kissing her, his hands more assured and more confidant. Clary felt similarly and moved her hands to his Shadowhunter gear shorts, and started to push those off. Jace grinned against her mouth and moved one hand to help her, the other cradling the back of her head.

Once they were off the two lovers pulled apart for a brief moment where their eyes met and it was flame and desire and love battling inside them.

Clary let herself relax fully in Jace's hands, and she barely noticed when remaining clothes were shed and Jace and her were aligned along their bodies, his erection digging into her thigh.

He didn't care, she wanted Jace, just him, no matter what would happen tomorrow, what would happen in this stupid war, she had Jace, and no one could take that away from her.

She may not have noticed when her clothes were taken off, but she did notice when Jace whispered in her ear to hold on, and that the pain would subside soon enough.

He entered her, and Clary felt a stretching ripping sensation that blocked out all else, and she took a deep breath and held on to Jace as he remained in that spot, waiting for her to say it was alright.

After the pain faded to a dull ache Clary tested it but moving her hips, and earned a groan from Jace.

"Jace…" She murmured, and Jace started moving inside her, it was slow at first, but when Clary dug her nails into Jace's back, he sped up at her unspoken command.

The two moved together and breathed together as Clary's world spun, there was nothing but Jace, he was all around her and she loved every second of it.

So when they both reached their peaks, Jace collapsed on Clary.

They lay there, panting, lost in a land of bliss and contentment. Clary smiled when she moved, and embraced Jace, pulling him to her, Jace returned the embrace and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep," he whispered, and Clary did, in his arms, dreaming of happiness and Jace.

In an underground room of shadows and earth, Sebastian sat upon an unfinished throne. He had come across an alchemist spirit traveling between worlds, and was now getting the soul to craft gold for his throne room. On his right there would be Jace, on his left, Clarissa.

But Sebastian knew something had happened, bonds of blood are stronger than many care to admit, and he knew that something had transpired between his sister and once-brother.

Not knowing what exactly, Sebastian rammed his fist into the armrest of his throne, startling the enslaved spirits and low demons that he had working.

Soon everything would come into play, and when it did, he would be ready, he would bring Jace and Clary here and they would realize that they belonged with him, in this world of darkness. They would realize that they were meant to stand alongside him while all others burned.

"They will come." He growled to himself. Not knowing why he felt so strongly about it.

"Oh they will, will they? Can't say I blame you, poor little kid with a mountain of toys but no friends, I could explain that feeling inside you, but you'd just yell at me." Came the voice from the cage in the corner.

Sebastian had moved it in here out of his control room after he realized the damned creature could sing, entertaining songs of dark and possession, demon songs that made his smile evilly.

Yes, Lerial was entertaining, for now, so he didn't respond to her jab, but just kept planning, planning for his rule, for when all would burn at his hands.